I am not pretty
I'm not smart
I'm not 18
I hate the color pink
Most of all I am not my sister
Yeah, we look alike- genetics and all that
But, I am not her
I'm me
So please stop judging me by her standards
Because we may have come as a package deal
But we are not one in the same
She loves Edward Cullen
But I'm more of a Jacob Black kinda girl
I am allergic to eggs and every morning she took mine
Because somehow you would forget that they could kill me
I hate the color pink
Not because she loved it,
but because you always thought I did
I'm sorry that she left
That she couldn't be your baby girl forever
That she has to grow up and leave and
now you're stuck with me,
The replacement,
I don't know when I became Adeola #2
When I took that occupation
When it became an obligation
But she's not here right now
And I know you miss her, I do too.
But you have to understand
I am not a replacement
Calling me her isn't a compliment anymore
Eventually, when I leave you'll realize
You didn't have 2 daughters
You had 1 and a shadow
YOU ARE READING
Me
RandomRandom stuff I think about. Everything here is mine unless stated otherwise. Dedicated to the teacher who always wanted to know what was in my head
